Descent of the Phoenix

However, Xuanyuan is not good, a cup of Liumian honey is absolutely impossible to represent, these Southern Songs and old ministers are also stupid.

The fire blew, and the six people on the open space danced more and more.

It is like six gyros, turning wildly on the ground, with the flame, it is like a fireball, dazzling swaying all eyes.

"Good effort." Yun Zhao squinted and glanced at six people, and praised him with a wink.

If it is not repaired for decades, it is impossible to make such a rotten rotation like the wind, without hurting itself.

This Southern Song seems to have turned its mind to useless work.

There is no one on the battlefield. This art is so powerful that it is very good.

In the praise, with the leadership of the prince, the senior officials of the Southern Song Dynasty who have returned to the Tianchen, also came to the wine glass.

For a time, Xuanyuan Che and Yun Zhao were almost surrounded and could not be overwhelmed.

Xuanyuan Che is happy today, but also appreciates the face, the visitors do not refuse, it is to face.

Those who are happy to return and those who have been playing for so long, are all open.

The moonlight is bright and clean, and the six-person performance on the open space is more and more exciting.

"Master, Ouyang Yufei's flying pigeons are very urgent." In this lively voice, Du Yi quietly walked up from behind and stood by Haoyue.

Haoyue listened to the eyeballs, very urgent, what is he urgent?

Thinking in my heart, the hand took the message in the hands of Du Yi and started to look at it.

"Don't drink sandalwood and toothpaste." The simple words, the dragon and the phoenix dance, seem to be very urgent at the time.

Pinch the chicken feathers stuck in the corners of the information, and the eyebrows of the moon are moving, and the chicken feathers are even urgent. This is what Ouyang is flying.